The UAE woke up on Saturday morning to the sad news of the demise of Shaikh Rashid bin Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum. He died in the early morning hours aged 33. The body of Shaikh Rashid was shrouded in a UAE flag and was carried by his brothers Shaikh Hamdan bin Mohammed and a tearful Shaikh Maktoum bin Mohammed, who led the procession at Zabeel Mosque. Thousands of Emiratis and expatriates on Saturday evening attended funeral prayers for Shaikh Rashid, who was laid to rest in Umm Hurair cemetery in Al Fahidi, Bur Dubai after a poignant grand procession.

Rashid - meaning, rightly guided, went down the wrong path despite such promise. I have been reading about him for many many years because he had this incredible intensity about him. A real kingliness, if you will. As the first official son, he was the favorite heir presumptive and said raised to take after his father. But he went down the wrong path and his father punished him severely by taking away his purpose. He never took is out on Hamdan, but he was broken. He never overcame. Such a promising young man, I wish he did not go down the wrong path.

The UAE woke up on Saturday morning to the sad news of the demise of Shaikh Rashid bin Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum. He died in the early morning hours aged 33. The body of Shaikh Rashid was shrouded in a UAE flag and was carried by his brothers Shaikh Hamdan bin Mohammed and a tearful Shaikh Maktoum bin Mohammed, who led the procession at Zabeel Mosque. Thousands of Emiratis and expatriates on Saturday evening attended funeral prayers for Shaikh Rashid, who was laid to rest in Umm Hurair cemetery in Al Fahidi, Bur Dubai after a poignant grand procession.

Rashid - meaning, rightly guided, went down the wrong path despite such promise. I have been reading about him for many many years because he had this incredible intensity about him. A real kingliness, if you will. As the first official son, he was the favorite heir presumptive and said raised to take after his father. But he went down the wrong path and his father punished him severely by taking away his purpose. He never took is out on Hamdan, but he was broken. He never overcame. Such a promising young man, I wish he did not go down the wrong path.

His poem, titled "My Brother: The Word", attempted to paint a picture of the indescribably tragic loss the young shaikh felt. Sometimes tears are the only expression one has when they are at a loss for words, he said at the start of the poem, addressing the tears of his weeping nephew, Ahmed.

Shaikh Hamdan expressed his sadness and loss, and wished nothing but to be able to give his time and share it with his brother, to see him alive again to tell him how much he means to him and everyone else. He compared brothers with friends. Friends are greatly esteemed but can turn on you and sell you – but a brother cannot, for it is a relationship that was never bought, he said in one verse.

In the poem, Shaikh Hamdan also expressed his daily struggle having to hide his emotions, hardening his heart around people only to fall apart when alone confronted by the gravity of the pain he felt.

It is certainly shocking when a young, healthy, person who has made no lifestyle choices of the sort that are known to damage one's health dies of a heart attack, but not so when someone who has the habit of taking recreational drugs and steroids meets that fate. If indeed he did take regularly take cocaine and hashish and steroids, his death is very sad, but not shocking.

__________________"That's it then. Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orphans, no more merciful beheadings, -- and call off Christmas!!!"

he died & thats it , No matter how he died & the reason behind it , Just May God rest his soul in peace & accept his good deeds & Bless his family & loved ones with patience and strength , its a shocking tragedy.

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